Who threatened Cheonma Hara with a knife - Chapter 176



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Who threatened to call me Cheonmahara with a knife? Episode 176

Career path (1)

A few months ago.

At a time when Ilmok was focusing solely on training.

The members of Ilmok were also overcoming the memories of that day in their own ways.

However, not all officials were handling the situation well.

Since the Cheonmasingyo is a group that worships the martial arts, it is impossible for them to be afraid of battle.

Most of the officials were trying to ignore the fact that they were feeling fear, which made the symptoms worse.

And Representative Seo Jae-pil, who had been given a special mission by Ilmok, was trying to save them.

“You don’t have to try to avoid fear. Not feeling fear is simply ignorance. Isn’t fighting while knowing you’re afraid the true courage?”

To those who tried hard to ignore their fears, it gave them the courage to face their emotions.

But of course, not all the officials came to their senses and overcame the memories of that day with just these words.

“It seems that there are many officials in a more serious state than I thought, Your Majesty.”

“Haa. My condition is also very serious.”

Ichimoku, who was still in the midst of a seizure, sighed deeply and continued to grumble.

“This fucking dog keeps talking shit in my head.”

In fact, there were several reasons why Ichimoku was able to endure the seizures that occurred on fictional days.

Anger that had built up as he was abused by the dog-like side effects. The expectation that the side effects would weaken once this period passed. The nanny who appeared every time he had a seizure and saved him. No, the head of the Yan Ga-hwi clan.

And finally, it was thanks to Seo Jae-pil who periodically visited me like this to vent his grievances.

When I was angry or depressed, just telling someone about it would help me feel a little better.

Of course, there are times when you say the wrong thing and gossip spreads, which makes things even more tiring, but Seo Jae-pil, who is no different from a psychiatrist, was a relatively safe opponent.

“This crazy guy can’t even tell the difference between a sword and chopsticks anymore. He was just trying to pick up meat with his chopsticks, but he suddenly unleashed his Talhonmujeonggeom and slaughtered the meat.”

Since the ‘crazy guy’ he refers to himself as is another self, it was no different from calling himself a crazy guy.

However, Seo Jae-pil did not necessarily point out such a point.

“I will completely slaughter you with the Talhonmujeonggeom.”

How crazy it sounds to vow to slaughter yourself, and how strange it sounds to kill the ego of the Talhonmujeonggeom with the Talhonmujeonggeom.

Seo Jae-pil didn’t bother to point it out.

I just thought that Confucius had been having a hard time recently and wrote it down on his paper. For future research.

And after the seemingly endless grumbling of Ichimoku ended.

“What should we do with these pitiful officials?”

Again, I was just asking what I wanted to ask.

From the beginning, I knew that Ilmok just wanted to vent and not want a solution.

No, rather, it was a state where it was helpful to lead my thoughts in a different direction.

To Seo Jae-pil’s question, Ilmok answered in a calm manner.

“Aren’t you all believers of the new religion anyway? Wouldn’t it be helpful if you used your faith?”

Although it sounded quite irreverent, Seo Jae-pil decided to listen to it anyway.

“How do you mean by using religious beliefs?”

“I am asking the Master for forgiveness. From the perspective of the believers of our religion, the Master is no different from God. If we confess our sins to the Master and receive forgiveness, wouldn’t that alone make our hearts feel much lighter?”

It was a common story.

When people are pushed to the limit, they seek God.

Whether they are athletes, entertainers, students, or businesspeople, there are probably only a few people who have overcome difficult times and come to believe in religion.

If only it could be the driving force that gets us through tough times, wouldn’t religion be worth it?

That’s what I thought.

Until I got into this crazy cult.

And Seo Jae-pil, a member of this crazy cult and a medical nut, opened his mouth with a trembling expression.

“Isn’t it very disrespectful to mention the Supreme Being for such a personal reason?”

No matter how crazy he was about medicine, he was a believer of the Cheonmasin Church.

He never dared to think of selling the name of Cheonma for his own treatment.

But, it wasn’t a coincidence.

“Have you forgotten how compassionate the Master is? If the poor young officials are pushed to their limit mentally, the Master will embrace them with His broad tolerance. I am not using the Master’s name for personal gain at all.”

“iced coffee….”

Ilmok opened his mouth again to look at Seo Jae-pil, who seemed to have realized something.

“In addition, if they overcome their fears with the grace of the Master, their faith will become stronger, and if they are freed from the demonic spirit, their skills will also improve by leaps and bounds, and they will be reborn as faithful warriors of the new religion. Why on earth would the Master be displeased?”

Seo Jae-pil wrote something on paper with a brush, his face filled with emotion.

Seo Jae-pil, who was organizing some medical and religious enlightenment, soon raised his head and said.

“Does Confucius also confess to the Supreme Being every night?”

“What the hell is that… Oh, sorry, the magic went berserk. What kind of nonsense are you talking about all of a sudden?”

“You said that you can find peace of mind by praying to the Supreme Being, so I asked you whether Confucius, whose recent rampage was a daily occurrence, might also be doing the same.”

Ichimoku answered with a forced smile, raising the corners of his lips as high as possible.

“Of course I am doing that.”

Rather than confessing to the teacher, I was swearing inwardly as each day passed.

His diary, which he still writes in every day, is full of insults towards Cheonma.

It was a natural thing.

‘Fuck. Why on earth did you teach me such a piece of crap magic?’

– Take away the author’s pen!

– I’m telling you to show me the most perfect sword once again!!

Even at this very moment, the sword of Talhonmujeonggeom was having a fit in my head.

* * *

The next day.

Seo Jae-pil smiled gently and gave advice to the person he had been consulting with for several months.

“Tonight. Before you go to sleep, put your hands together and confess your sins to the Heavenly Demon. You are a weak being cared for by the Heavenly Demon, and at the same time, a warrior who will fight for the new religion in the future. If the compassionate Heavenly Demon is here, he will hear your confession and forgive your sins. And, by receiving the grace of the Supreme Being, you will be reborn as a faithful warrior.”

Following Ilmok’s advice, he willingly sold Cheonma.

And not just one person, but he gave the same advice to all the officials who showed similar symptoms.

And the effect was beyond imagination.

Following Seo Jae-pil’s advice, the officials began to pray to Cheonma for several days.

“Ah. So that’s what it was.”

“For us, who are mere humans, the feeling of fear is so natural.”

“But with the Supreme One.”

“He is holding all our fears and negative emotions.”

The officials, each of whom had achieved their own enlightenment, would recite a prayer that began with “May the heavenly horse come to you in full glory!” whenever they had even the slightest negative thought, and would go out to find the heavenly horse.

Whenever he saw such comrades while immersed in his training, such thoughts would come to Ichimoku’s mind.

‘… The eyes are similar to those of the fanatics I saw last time?’

Excellent fanatics were being raised in the Cheonmasingyo religion.

Thanks to his advice.

* * *

Around the time when the frequency of Ichimoku’s seizures was gradually decreasing.

Most of Ilmok’s classmates also began to slowly recover from the nightmare of that day.

The wounds engraved in their hearts began to heal little by little, and the officials who gained the strength to move forward each drew their own future in their own way.

Some, like Dokgo-pae, reminisced about the fights of that day and refined their martial arts skills, while others, like Gwak-sul and Jeong-hyeon, set out to find their own path.

Of course, there were some who, like Joo Seo-yeon, didn’t have much of an interest.

And one official was attempting a head-on breakthrough in a completely different way than the others.

When everyone was just recovering from the trauma of that day, the woman went to each of the officials and proposed ‘something’.

It was an absurd proposal, and many officials reacted negatively to it.

“Ohhoho. Just trust me and follow me.”

“You don’t have to be afraid. Because of my outstanding looks and acting, all eyes will be on me anyway.”

In the first place, the possibility that her proposal would be rejected did not even exist in that woman’s mind.

After persuading or forcing all of her colleagues, except for Ichimoku, to join her, she then began her new work.

When I actually tried to bring in all the people who had limited Ilmok, I felt it was a shame to proceed with only nineteen people.

She managed to persuade even the teaching assistants and instructors, and even semi-forcibly dragged her juniors into the work.

The work went smoothly and time passed quickly.

And a few days after the day when Ilmok took a step away from the extreme.

The day the graduation ceremony for the Magic Academy is held.

“As the master of Manma, I sincerely congratulate you, the talents who will take responsibility for the future of our new religion, for successfully completing your training at the Magic Academy.”

“You can be proud of the countless hardships and adversities you have endured over the past two years. This year in particular has been particularly eventful, so I am very proud of the governor you have seen who has overcome all those adversities.”

As expected, Cheonma and Mado Gwanju, like old farts, recited a series of congratulatory speeches that were similar to last time but subtly different.

At first glance, it seemed as if the anger that had barely been overcome by that boring speech was about to burst out again.

– Cut off the balls of those two with your sword right now! Now, can’t you unleash that perfect sword!

‘You crazy bastard. That doesn’t work on those two either.’

Perhaps it was because his concentration on training had been effective, as Ichimoku was able to overcome the temptation of his other self without difficulty.

– Ahem. Okay, let’s build up our skills a little more and try again.

Maybe, the horse was just scared and had its tail curled up on its own.

And after all the congratulatory speeches are over.

Ichimoku witnessed with his own eyes the plan of a crazy woman that was carried out without his knowledge.

“This graduation ceremony performance will be a joint performance by all clubs.”

Ilmok, who had been living a life focused solely on training, was simply puzzled until he heard Instructor Chu Il-hwan shout.

‘Joint performance? Was there something like that?’

And the face that had been full of questions at first glance soon became strangely distorted.

In the center of the wide open field.

The nineteen people who had limited their number of followers moved together in a line for a moment.

With a shout that was all too familiar to Ichimoku, the junior officers ambushed them.

“Allahu Akbar!!!”

The moment he heard that shout, Ichimoku realized what this joint performance was all about.

The play that Bang Mi-hwa prepared was a reenactment of the battle that day.

The juniors, teaching assistants, and instructors took on the roles of the fanatics of that day.

“Haat!”

The officials who had been attacked that day were each expressing themselves on that day.

Just one person.

“Kwak-sul Guan-do! Continue giving instructions!”

If we exclude the main character of the play, Bang Mi-hwa, who is performing the role of Ilmok.